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Rumors From An Aeolian Harp

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There is a vale which none hath seen,
Where foot of man has never been,
Such as here lives with toil and strife,
An anxious and a sinful life.
There every virtue has its birth,
Ere it descends upon the earth,
And thither every deed returns,
Which in the generous bosom burns.

There love is warm, and youth is young,
And poetry is yet unsung.
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A supetb and a classic masterpiece
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John Hardesty 26 May 2015
Common verse, I truly expected more!
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Kim Barney 26 May 2015
Old-fashioned language but still sounds good today. Excellent meter and rhyme scheme.
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